The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 313 wants to hold a wife but can not hold the wronged

Ink deep.

Ink deep.

The heart meditation on his name, the season warmed down and leaned down, the soft lips kissed the bruises on his brows, kissed his eyes, the tall nose, and finally fell on the man's pale lips.

But she didn't dare to use too much force. She only touched his lips and got up.

As a result, there was just a movement to be retired. The man’s eyes, which had been quietly closed, slowly opened at this moment, and when her lips were separated from him by a few inches, the light-colored thin lips were slightly opened: I am awakened by you early in the morning. Is this a reward for the healthy return of my limbs?"

The voice of a man is dumb and low, but the words can be knocked on her heart.

The warm face was awkward, but he didn't retreat. He looked at the man's close-knit face and stared at him with a few squats but still dark-eyed eyes: "When did you wake up?"

Mo Jing looked at her and smiled low: "just woke up."

"It’s only six o'clock now. The doctor said that the effect of the anesthetic will only fade after a dozen hours. How can I wake up now?"

The little woman leaning over the ward was a lot thinner than in the T-city. The chin was sharper, and there were obvious traces of dark circles that didn’t sleep too much, even if the lights were not too bright, but the faces were The look is also nowhere.

He slightly picked his eyebrows and said dumbly: "Don't say that it has been ten hours, that is, just finished the anesthetic. If you come to kiss me, I will wake up."

The season smiled warmly, and was preparing to take a chair in the ward and sit around the bed to accompany him and take care of him.

As a result, I was just about to take the chair. I suddenly heard Mo Jingshen saying, "Don't sit, come over, lie down."

The warm season heard him move slightly, as if to give the ward half a position to give her.

She turned her head: "You don't move. Your wounds have been repeatedly tossed several times. Now it's hard to finish the surgery, but you have to stay still, you can't move again in a few days!"

"The dark circles are so big that they can't hide. They ran to me at six o'clock. Do you think you are a god, don't need to sleep and rest?" The man's tone dyed some of the usual teachings, and gestured to her.

The season warmth had to go back to the bed and sit down at the bedside: "I have slept, but what I saw and heard a few days ago is too intense, it will be a nightmare, and it may take some time to recover. You also said that I What? If you don’t eat or drink for a few days, you don’t live. I just slept less and I’m a god. Where is the god?”

Mo Jingshen ignored her strong words, and he was very aware of the recent changes in the heart of the season.

She needs time to heal those scares, and he can't just stand by and watch her stand alone alone.

"It's still early, you need to rest too, a person will have a nightmare to sleep, just sleep here, huh?"

He lay flat, and did not move as she said, but the voice was patient and gentle, and she lay down with her.

Although this bed is a single bed, it is also larger than some hospital beds in the general hospital. If the season is warm, if you really lie down, the space is more than enough.

There was only him in the quilt. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sky outside the window. Then she looked at the depth of the eye. "Then you promise not to move. If it is because of me, the place that has been stitched behind you will come out again." What problem, I will never come to the ward to accompany you again!"

The man seemed to laugh, the light smile from the chest, did not poke her thoughts of lying down and embarrassed to lie, only one voice: "Well."

The warmth of the season took over the corner of the quilt. When I opened it, I lie down sideways. The hand of Mo Jingshen directly held her. The warmth of the season gently shook his hand: "It’s not moving!"

"Isn't my hand?" The voice of Mo Jingshen is in her ear.

"No, if the finger moves, the phalanx is moving, the phalanx is moving, the arm will move, then the shoulder, then the injury to the back and head and neck, can't move at all!"

The warm season said that he was lying on his side as if he was close to the enemy, and did not dare to meet him.

How can she think that she would sleep next to Mo Jingshen, but she wouldn’t even touch him.

"How vulnerable do you think I am? Can you pull the wound on your back with one hand?" Such a sentence was said by him, and it was a calm statement. Listening was like a teasing, and even seemed to hold some The daughter-in-law can't be wronged.

The season is warm and lying flat, looking at the crystal incandescent lamp on the roof, lamenting that this hospital is not only medically strong, even this special ward is really luxurious decoration, if not the color tone is close to white, if not This white bed is really comparable to a five-star hotel.

In order not to let his wounds get affected again, she simply turned over the bed and turned to him like this: "I watched you sleep like this, OK?"

"...you look at me like this, how can I sleep?" The man smiled and smiled.

Seasonal warmth: "I affect you so much? Then I go back to my own ward?"

He paused and slowly recovered the hand that was about to hold her hand. He answered meticulously: "Let's lie down here."

In the next sentence, "--you are easily frightened when you have a nightmare, and I can comfort you at any time here."

The season warmed for two seconds.

“I used to have a nightmare?”

Mo Jingshen suddenly gave her a look: "Can your memory be a little worse?"

"..."

"A few months ago, I had a fever and I was holding my hand and asking me not to go. I was shaking and I was always awake by my dreams. I don’t remember?"

"..."

It seems that this is true.

"I don't seem to have done those nightmares for a long time." She leaned beside him, carefully placing her face on the side of his uninjured side, whispering in a sullen voice.

Ink deep gaze at her for two seconds: "Sleep, I am there."

"Ok."

Even if he couldn't move, he slowly covered his hand in the quilt.

"There is not only a peaceful country in this world. If you want to go through the experience, you can always find a country that is more chaotic than Cambodia. The war-country countries will only see and hear more than those who are more tragic. Take time to read more battlefield news. You also It will no longer be a nightmare because of the life and death of these desperate thugs. Those bloods are theirs, and their lives are also lost by themselves. People's lives are indeed very fragile. Living in a peaceful world, we should cherish this stability. ”

"Yeah." Jiwen knows that he is doing psychological counseling for her.

I have heard that many people who have left the war-torn countries or some special disaster scenes have to go to the psychiatrist for psychological counseling, so some **** deaths and shadows will not come out for life.

Her heart is not so fragile.

Because the depth of action when Mo Jingshen moved his hand is not very large, the season warmth did not push his hand, and he allowed him to stick with her palm, and the five fingers clasped.

(End of this chapter)